At this time, Du Luoyue was restless at home waiting for Jiang Xian, and washed the apples on the table several times.

She picked up the mobile phone on the table again and looked at the time, it was already a quarter past nine, and she didn't know where this Jiang diagonal had gone. She clicked on WeChat and edited a text for Jiang Xie, probably asking where he went, but finally hesitated and didn't send it out.

He put his phone on the couch again, swearing that even if he licked himself, he would never bother with him again.

After a few minutes, she wondered if Yaoqing hadn't come, so he was still cheeky and stayed at Song Zanghai's house. In case Yaoqing came later, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to bump into him.

Thinking of this, she immediately rushed out of the door, not for anyone but for her good sister.

As soon as she opened the door, she could hear the lewd laughter from Song Zanghai's house in the opposite room through the corridor. She muttered, "Can't this dead woman keep a low profile? ”

How sweet they were, it was a reflection of how lonely she was, and she returned to her room in a gloomy way.

When I returned home, I closed the door, and the whole room was filled with lonely air, and I felt that the whole world was so happy, only I was the saddest.

In addition to being sad, she dialed her boyfriend Zhang Chaosheng's phone, but the other end of the phone rang again and again, but no one answered. One after another, she dialed it several times, but still no one answered, and she finally gave up.

She decided to find something to do, to divert her attention.

She found a new book on photography and composition that she bought at the beginning of the year, but she was so busy learning about management that she had to forget it in the corner. If it weren't for the decline tonight, maybe this book wouldn't have known that it would take the Year of the Monkey to overturn it.

At this time, Jiang Xian and Lan Weiweizi were walking on the edge of Beihai Park, and Yaoqing originally wanted to take him to go boating and swim in Beihai at night, but unfortunately the lake was frozen. You can only walk along the lake, and at night Beihai Park is sparsely populated and the lights are dim, but it creates a good atmosphere for dating couples.

"It's rare that you didn't go drinking tonight. Jiang Xian sneered.

"Could it be that in your eyes, I'm just a drunkard?" Lan Weiwei turned to look at him in the light, with a beautiful face.

"Then how can you blame me, we've only met twice in total, and each time you're drunk, and I should have a stereotype about you. Speaking of stereotypes, this reminded Jiang Xian of Du Luoyue, because he learned the word from Du Luoyue.

Remembering that when I was still in college, I was preparing to review for the exam, and Du Luoyue memorized the analysis of this word countless times. But I don't know why she always forgets what it means when she has a good memory, and he who is sitting next to him to review has long remembered it.

The last time, when Du Luoyue forgot it again, he memorized it word for word, as if Du Luoyue had not recited the meaning of the word repeatedly since that time. Probably remembered, after all, he had already remembered, and if she hadn't remembered, it would be a bit of an insult to her amazing memory.

"Do you still know stereotypes?" Lan Weiwei asked curiously.

Faced with Lan Weiwei's question, Jiang Xian was stunned for a while, this word is a relatively professional term in communication. He didn't want to explain how he knew, so he could only ask her, "Then how do you know?"

"Of course I do, I studied journalism. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Xian was shocked, and he turned his face to look at Lan Weiwei in surprise. He seemed to see a familiar shadow, and he couldn't believe it was real.

He has been hinting and denying himself in his mind, and he even wants to swear that he is not more interested in Lan Weiwei because she also studied journalism, and looks the other way.

But all the hints and negations couldn't be done at this moment, because he couldn't shield Du Luoyue's shadow on Lan Weiwei at all.

Seeing Jiang Xian looking at herself, Lan Weiwei didn't know why, and waved her hand in front of him, "Hey, what's wrong with you, it's stupid." ”

At this moment, Jiang Xian came back to his senses and said incoherently, "Ah? nothing, I'm just curious, how did you become a model and translator after studying journalism, aren't there some international news channels in China?"

"Because I have the body of a devil and the face of an angel, I can't help it, I am talented but forced by society to rely on my appearance to eat. ”

"Ouch, what are your three views, everyone has explained that you have to rely on your talent to eat, and you have to rely on your talent to eat, so you can't be upside down, you won't be unlearned. Jiang Xian stimulated Lan Weiwei again.

"What do you mean by not learning and not knowing, I'm a well-known talented woman in our journalism school. If you don't return to China, your family is depressed, and you have to rely on your appearance to eat, and everyone who studies journalism has a great journalistic ideal in their hearts. Lan Weiwei's eyes lit up when she described this passage.

Hearing this passage and seeing this demeanor, Jiang Xian felt very familiar. Because Du Luoyue often said that she was a talented girl in the School of Journalism, and she also had a great journalistic ideal in her heart.

Whenever she talks about the ideals in her heart, she also has this demeanor, her eyes shining with light and undisguised hope and longing.

"Hey, are you surprised by my talent?" Lan Weiwei said playfully.

"Huh?" Jiang Xian dragged back from the fugue again, "You little sister, you drink heavily every day, you didn't expect to have a great journalistic ideal in your heart?"

"Then are you in love with me at the moment?" Lan Weiwei asked humorously.

Jiang slanted's eyes immediately dodged, and his cheeks were rapidly hot, and they should be red to the root of his ears. Even though the light was faint enough, he didn't want Lan Weiwei to see the subtle changes in his face, so he strode forward.

He is experienced in the workplace and in the love field, but he can't handle Lan Weiwei's half-joking confession, and what he sees is not Lan Weiwei, but Du Luoyue back then.

So, he didn't know how to explain his state at the moment.

"Hey, you're not going to be shy, uncle. Lan Weiwei immediately caught up.

Jiang Xian didn't speak, and kept walking forward with his head stuffed.

"Jiang Xian, you stop for me!" Lan Weiwei's roar suddenly came from behind him, and he suddenly stopped.

Lan Weiwei walked up to him menacingly, "Hey, what do you mean?"

Jiang Xian still didn't speak, bowed his head and didn't answer, because he really didn't know how to answer at this moment, and he didn't dare to look at Lan Weiwei, because what he saw was not Lan Weiwei but Du Luoyue back then.

Suddenly, Lan Weiwei grabbed Jiang Xian's head with both hands, pulled it in front of her, and kissed it vigorously.

Jiang Xian also thought of this move, and he was also shocked for a moment, his brain was blank, and he looked at Lan Weiwei in front of him......